Thanks whoever posted that Bastard Cop article link.
https://medium.com/@OfcrACab/confessions-of-a-former-bastard-cop-bb14d17bc759
Very good read.
I think I have quite a few posts about cops that are corroborated by this account.
If this is eye opening you guys haven’t been listening or in the case of one who actually countered posts about being harassed by cops (including a cop on the Southern State parkway who stopped my wife the day after stopping us the night before. Mind you this was after he and another cop knew she was a District Court judge) for my entire adult life with,
“Well, when I had long hair...”
It’s not that I haven’t told about the NYPD officers I spent a year with as a contract videographer, y’all just haven’t listened.
Working a crime scene at Little West 12th Street probably 1986. Dead hooker who would be called transgender today has been strangled.
I’d already rolled tape on the scene and was waiting to see if canvassing would find witnesses to record field interviews. Fat chance.
Cops from the 6th were just fucking around smoking, drinking coffee, pissing in the gutter etc.
A Sgt, (Black guy with Island roots) pulls up and he’s annoyed because folks in a loft were complaining about the ruckus, it was around 3am, so yeah there was a complaint. He didn’t want a radio record so he came over in person.
He gave some orders and left. I’m in back of my van putting fresh batteries in my VTR when the cops started bitching about their boss.
“Only thing worse than a skel is a Fucking Guardian!”
“Yeah, give a monkey another stripe he thinks he’s King Kong!”
I stayed in the back of man and was very quiet. When we were released from the scene I acted as if I’d been back there sleeping. “Hey! Money for nothing, right?”